A Hare’s Breath

He drank what he drew

From metaphor

He went out on a journey

Disrobed a stripe

And the stripe

Was broken

There was not one straight

Line to stand on

So he sprinted up a monolith

Back flipped onto a monomyth

He thought am I trying

To understand

Or am I trying to go around

Or go against it?

He wanted to break

The monomyth

But every time he struck it

The more uncreative and

More un-understandable

It would get

It occurred to him

That he might have missed

By a hare’s breath

It also occurred to him

He was fragmented

His journey became

An un-narrative

clburdett, 2016